"Earn a chance to win a tour of the famous Chocolate Factory, owned by Mr. Candyman himself!"

Alvin, a handsome Caucasian teenage male with chestnut hair and brown eyes, was so excited when he found the ticket. Considering he loved to eat, it was no surprise he won. Of course, he had taken a little bite out of the ticket itself since it was found inside the chocolate bar wrapper, but none the less he was the first to find it. TV reporters swarmed his house and his parents, who were every so thrilled, took time to soak up the spotlight with their son. After reading the ticket, he found out the tour was to take place on February 1st in a small country in Europe. Alvin was too excited and could not wait to see the oh-so-wonderful and famous chocolate factory. Alvin himself was wearing a grey sweater vest on top of his white dress shirt and silver tie, with black trousers and black slip-on penny loafers for the tour.




Vincent, a hot young Caucasian teenager with blonde hair and green eyes, didn't plan on winning the contest. But he did. He was just having a little trip to his local candy store, chose a chocolate bar, and 'BOOM' he won. While he had many different medals from a dozen different activities and, while he would deny it, loved the spotlight. He was currently going for the world record of chewing gum for the longest. Reading the ticket that he won unexpectedly, he was sorta excited to go to Mr. Candyman's famous factory. Upon his arrival in Europe (where the factory is located), he dressed in his custom blue suit jacket, a white dress shirt, blue slacks, and brown loafers, along with a red bow tie for the tour.


Valentino, a beautiful young Caucasian male with chestnut hair and blue eyes, wanted to win the contest so bad. And he did... in his self-centered way. You see, Valentino's parents always got him what he wanted. They seemed to spoil him, even as a child. Plus, his parents had a factory of their own and were very rich. He had everything a child could want. Plus he had an assortment of suits. How he loved his suits, it made him feel wonderful. Granted, he had a few other formal attire he loved to dress in, but he love suits overall. Anyways, his father started to instruct that his workers start to unwrapping chocolate bars until they found a ticket, which they did... only to give it to the spoiled brat, Valentino. Excited for the trip, he arrived in Europe, wearing one of his formal outfits: a red dress shirt, black slacks, white knee-high socks, and his favorite pair of black dress shoes.




Michael, a hot young Caucasian teenager with chestnut hair and brown eyes, always watched television. Like Vincent, he did not mean to win the contest, but he did. Although, unlike the medalist, Michael did not like the attention he had been receiving from this accomplishment. Michael had a knack for watching mostly western films with a few action films also. He loved western cowboy films so much, he even wants to dress up like them. This is why he dressed in a tan cowboy suit, with a white dress shirt, a tan cowboy vest, tan slacks, with a tan-colored cowboy hat, covering his hair, and brown loafers for the tour. He also sported a red bandana around his neck and a black belt for his slacks.



Creek, a cute young Caucasian male with blonde hair and brown eyes, felt pretty lucky when he won the ticket. Heck, it was the final day before the contest ended anyway. When he received it he couldn't believe it. His family was not the richest, but they still had a roof over their heads. He lived with his parents and grandparents in the same European country that housed the great factory itself. Reading the ticket thoroughly, Creek was prepared to see the factory that lived next door. For the occasion, he wore the best attire he had in his closet: a blue dress sweater on top of his white dress shirt, black slacks, white dress socks, and black dress shoes.


Days passed as Alvin waited, and when the day came he could not wait any longer. After he arrived in the small country in Europe, the brunette was escorted to the factory, along with the other four winners. He got a glimpse of what the other winners: all were males, like himself, dressed in formal attire, as the ticket said to arrive in, but they all had different outfits (but had coats to keep warm in the winter weather).

As the five winners were entering the gate, Mr. Candyman appeared at the front door. The owner of the factory himself sported a purple suit jacket with a white dress shirt, tan slacks, and black dress shoes. And to top it all off, he wore a brown top hat and a violet bow tie. He gave a subtle greeting, introducing himself to the winners, who Alvin learned the names: the blue suit teenager was Vincent, the cowboy was Michael, the red dress shirt teenager was Valentino, and the blond teenager was Creek.

After entering the factory, Mr. Candyman asked for them to sign a large contract, which none read as they were too excited to begin the tour, at least that's what Alvin thought. Mr. Candyman then leads them to the grand hall, showing a map of the factory. Of all the places in the factory, the one that caught Alvin's attention the most was the "Candy Wonderland Room." Before Alvin could ask, Mr. Candyman said that they had free access to the entire factory for the entire "tour" as he thought it would be better for the five males to experience this once in a lifetime event for themselves, but to arrive back at the grand hall by 2 o'clock. Alvin was the first to go, as he dashed in his attire to find the Wonderland room. He came across it, after getting lost a few times, and entered through the door.

What Alvin saw, mesmerized him entirely. The room seemed to resemble its ecosystem with candy-themed foliage. Some signs said, "Everything is edible -Candyman." And boy, it was. Alvin, with what appeared to be superhuman speed, nearly ate everything in sight. He mowed down the candy grass, peppermint tree bark, gumballs as berries, even gummy bears that resembled actual bears and not their cartoony counterparts. Alvin continued to mow the grass until he stopped... and drooled at the next sight.

Chocolate, yes, CHOCOLATE river! With his two brown eyes, he observed the brown molten liquid that resembled a river. And Alvin thought, he HAD to try it. The brunette started headed towards the desert stream but noticed a sign to the side. "DO NOT TRY THE CHOCOLATE RIVER!!! It would containment my work for chocolate in the various parts of the factory. While it does seem tempting, PLEASE refrain from infecting the dessert with your germs -Sincerely, Candyman," the sign said in black, bold letters. While the sign did heed a warning, Alvin did not care for it as he had to taste the molten chocolate. Once he was close enough, Alvin squat down and dipped his left hand in the chocolate, before taking it out for a taste test.

And to Alvin, it tasted like Heaven. He enjoyed it so much it, he had to have more. As he kept tasting the river, he grew unaware that his body was centimeters away from the grass and now his black slacks and loafers were the only thing on the terrain. After a few more tastes, it happened.

Alvin fell straight into the chocolate river. He rose to the surface, treading carefully. He was thankful that his mother had insisted on swimming lessons when he was growing up, so he was able to get to shore. As he almost reached it, he felt himself getting pulled back into a current. The first winner turned and saw a pipe that seemed to be sucking in chocolate... and himself. Alvin needed to get out of there now! He did not want to become a candy bar by the end of this experience. He started to swim and, luckily reach land before he was caught in a chocolate whirlpool. Alvin pulled himself out and rested himself, exhausted from the swimming experience.

While he rested, Alvin got a glimpse of what has become of his outfit... and he was not satisfied with what it had become. His once grey sweater vest, white dress shirt, and silver tie now were covered in the gooey chocolate substance. His black slacks were now smeared in the substance as well. His black dress socks and slip-on loafers were now coated in the brown molten dessert. Alvin's skin gained brown substance all over his hands, face, and hair. His entire formal attire was now in a contrast with the chocolate substance that he just had to try.

While he would lick the substance off of his exposed skin, he would rather not, seeing that his attire was coated in chocolate. His attire was completely trashed and ruined. Although on the other hand, Alvin couldn't help with being aroused with his gunged attire. But he seemed to have come to his senses, after a while when he was spreading the chocolate over all his clothes and shoes. He arrived at the exit of "Candy Wonderland Room," taking his leave from the near-death experience he just had to arrive in the Grand Hall. While he trudged his way to the hall, Alvin's black penny loafers leaving brown tracks and droplets of chocolate dripping from his sweater and trousers, he couldn't help, but wonder what the other winners had gotten into in this factory.

"Alvin got submerged in a gooey chocolate body of water! What awaits the other guests? Let's find out from Vincent's view!"

After meeting Mr. Candyman himself, seeing the map, and being told that he and the other winners would have free access to everything within the factory, Vincent saw Alvin, if Vincent remembered, particularly dash off, already having a place in mind. Vincent turned to see the other winners Creek, Valentino, and Michael carefully examining the map still. Vincent just rolled his eyes as he already memorized the entire map the second he saw it. Plus he knew what room, he would visit first.

The invention room. Vincent could see what future invention Mr. Candyman would create and maybe even be the first to taste it. Vincent could see it now, "Medalist is the first to try... something!" He would be the first, but that wouldn't be much of a difference in his medal and trophy collection. How he loved the spotlight and attention. So he walked away with the destination in mind and planned to be the first.

After coming across a few turns, he arrived at the room. Upon entering, there was a sign on the door that seem to say "DO NOT TOUCH ANY INVENTIONS! SOME MIGHT BE DANGEROUS! -Mr. Candyman." Vincent scoffed at this as he was destined to try something that wasn't in stores yet by the factory. He entered with no fear at all.

When he entered the room, Vincent got a go look at what was behind the door. Multiple machines seemed to be creating various candy products. Vincent was going to try something in this lab and nobody was there to stop him. He observed most of the machines, one was producing what appeared to be gobstoppers and the others were creating... well Vincent did not know to describe, but he ignored it nonetheless. That is before he came across the ultimate prize... and his so-to-be downfall.

A stick of gum! Why so important, well from what the information said on the machine, this stick contained a full course meal in it, three at best! And it seemed that no one else had tried it. So, being the glory hog he was, the medalist teenager took out his current gum he had been chewing, placed it behind his ear, and placed the newly never-been-taste before gum in his mouth. And that's when things start "happening."

Vincent's tastebuds started picking up the taste after a few chews and he was impressed. It started with breakfast, in which he tasted scrambled eggs, bacon, and a biscuit coated in gravy. Then there was lunch, tomato soup, how he felt it run down his throat. Then came dinner and dessert, roast beef with mashed potatoes and broccoli, and dessert... well that's when things got messy in Vincent's perspective.

It was blueberry pie, Vincent's all-time favorite. But he placed his hand on another device which turned on. Vincent had no time to register as he backed up from the contraption rather fast. It seems to have an output tube. And it was aimed... straight at Vincent.

An object shot out of the tube, landing right in Vincent's face. The cream slid down onto his blue suit jacket and white dress shirt, coating the red bow tie as well. The pastry contents continued to slide down, leaving little marks on his blue trousers. And the crust from the pie landed right on his expensive brown loafers. And as if that was enough, five more shot out from the machine, still striking the medalist in his attire. One struck his chest, directly hitting the red bow tie and dress shirt, leaving crust in that specific area and near his neck. Two more struck his face, doing the same as the first one but leaving more cream on his trousers and messing his chestnut hair more. The fifth one struck his trousers, giving Vincent a bit of an arousing feeling in that general area. And the sixth one struck the left side of his suit jacket before the remained crust fell directly on his dress shoes. Of course, each impact made Vincent stagger back a bit, but he was unaware he backed into a rack... with a large can of blue, thick slime at the top.

How the other contents did not fall, Vincent did know, but the azure substance poured directly on his hair. Vincent then looked up, accepting the substance as it poured down his handsome face. The substance was indeed thick as it fell upon the medalist and his attire, drenching him completely. The slime rolled onto the suit, then down the jacket (some taking the pie remains off of it), down the trousers, and his loafers.

Vincent, after noticing the can's contents had finally stopped, finally began to move and saw what his appearance had come to in a conveniently placed mirror in the inventing room. And well, Vincent, in his mind, though it looked humiliating.

His entire appearance now resembled a blueberry pie. His blue suit was covered in the cream pies he took and slime along with it. His white dress shirt now sported stains as well from both substances. His once straightened red bow tie was now crooked and had bits of crust on itself. His blue trousers had a big stain from the fifth pie that struck him, along with the blue slime. His white dress socks were also affected as they sported bits of crust as well. And his expensive brown loafers now had been stepped in by the contents of slime along with pie crust and cream that had fallen on top or around them. An arousing habit made him start to smear the contents into one mess, but stop for a few moments before coming to his senses. Overall, this appearance was not worth tasting a new invention by Mr. Candyman.

He headed for the exit of the room he desired to enter and left, not giving a second glance at the mess he had created. He trudged in his cream and slime-covered loafers, his attire covered in the "blueberry" masterpiece, towards the grand hall, intend on finding Mr. Candyman for the humiliating, though somewhat pleasing, the situation he had gotten himself into. Maybe there was a medal for the most humiliating experience ever...

"Vincent had his taste of blueberry pie, both in his mouth and his face! Two winners were punished and the three other winners... their story is untold. Who is next on the list, the obnoxious Valentino!"

After staring at the map and being given free access by Mr. Candyman, Valentino became bored just trying to find a single room worth visiting. His dad had a factory and he had been there countless times, so there wasn't anything that caught his interest yet. He looked away for a brief minute and saw those two other winners, the foodie -Austin-, and the medalist -Vincent-, seemed to have left, going whatever they had in mind. The cowboy -Michael- and the other teenager -Creek- were still observing as if they haven't been to a factory before. Valentino decided he would just tour the factory on his own rather than plan to visit a certain room.

Starting from the grand hall, he saw many rooms: a room with berries on walls that were edible apparently, a bubble room with soda that made people fly, even a room that had geese that laid golden eggs for Mr. Candyman's famous Easter Chocolate Eggs. While all seemed very interesting, one-room caught Valentino's eye most of all.

A garden room. As bizarre as it seems, Mr. Candyman did have some pastries that he created for bakeries around the world, so he must have this place to grow the required contents. Valentino could not help but smirk at this development. As he opened the door, he became shocked at the stunning development.

The garden room seemed to have a garden WITHIN the factory, with the many berries that are produced for the dozen pie flavors. Of course, like the other males who had wandered off -and gotten messy- Valentino was interested in the room itself. From Valentino's experience, gardens are usually not found in a factory, rather in a certain place. But he didn't care. He found that this was quite impressive. He walked through the assorted crops and came across a device. Unknown to him, it was a similar device to the one Vincent had encountered.

Valentino saw this contraption, wondering what it was. There were no labels or instructions for this device. There was a button marked with a warning, but the teenager paid no attention to it. He was most impressed with the contraption rather than the warning. It seemed that this... thing was capable of unloading a dessert of some sort for someone. Why did Mr. Candyman have this in his factory, Valentino did not care. As usual, his curiosity got the better of him since he pressed the button and it began.

Valentino saw the dessert (which he presumed were pies, tarts, or cake) fly out the cannon, landing in the garden. It fired once. Twice. Thrice. Until it was jammed. But Valentino was impressed nonetheless. He HAD to get one of these for himself. Taking his phone, he quickly snapped a picture of the device and sent it to his father. But there was a poor connection, so the crossdresser walk absentmindedly until he found enough bars to send the pic. And he did... while in the line of fire as the machine was just unclogged itself.

A chocolate cream pie was unloaded first, striking Valentino's red dress shirt in the back. This got his attention, as he turned around... just as another pie struck him in the face, hitting his cute face with makeup that he spent hours on. Another chocolate pie struck him in his dress shirt, the brown mixing with the red cotton. Each crust of the pies that struck slid down to his slacks and landed on near, but not own his dress shoes. A few more landed their blows upon the teenager's attire. At least three hit him in the face, affecting his hair as well. One struck his collar, the crust stuck to it and his neck. Another hit his stomach, along with his slacks. Two more pies flew, landing on his dress shirt. And finally, the last pie hit Valentino straight in his face. As humiliated as he felt, Valentino was somewhat actually aroused from the experience.

Unfortunately, that would have to wait... considering Valentino had accidentally been staggering back from each impact, he was back in the garden, where he twirled...

And landed in the mud. Yes, mud, MUD! Of all the things he landed in the mud. Granted his shoes had already been ruined from the dirt in the garden, but he landed right in a mud pit. Slowly rising from the muddy pit, Valentino wiped his eye lids to recover his sight to the best of his ability. He got out of the sticky terrain and went back to the machine to see his reflection... and gasped in astonishment.

While he was originally covered in cream from the machine's pie, he was now coated in mud. His red dress shirt and black slacks now had multiple stains of mud. His once white knee-length dress socks were now brown from the mud. And his black dress shoes were now both muddy and coated in the crust of the chocolate cream pies. Of course, Valentino's skin also sported mud and cream from both experiences. He felt humiliated by the outcome, the smears of the contents across his attire, mixing the remaining cream and mud all over his body.

Valentino kicked the machine in anger before leaving, when the machine once again turned on its own. And once again Valentino got a parting four pies as a goodbye, each was a chocolate cream pie. One gave him a chocolate surprise to his face, the second hitting his muddy dress shirt in the chest, the third one hitting his left side, and the final one, weirdly, struck his muddy shoes. Now he was coated in cream, crust, and the two brown substances. Luckily the machine seemed to have officially stopped after those four, so Valentino took his leave at last, not before trudging his expensive shoes through the crust and mud-littered floor.

Since he felt humiliated by this experience now, Valentino decided to head back to the grand hall, infuriated by Mr. Candyman for his invention striking him and all his glory. He planned on having a little "discussion" with the owner for that incident. After seeing that contraption at work and for once in his life, Valentino did not want something...

"Valentino had a taste of a mud pie in the factory! Think that's embarrassing? Michael got a more... creamy experience."

Michael had to admit that all these rooms in the factory were quite... lame if he had to be honest. Like seriously, not one of these rooms was interesting to him. Candy Wonderland? No. Invention Room? Nope. Garden Room? Seriously?! Michael didn't find a single room worth his time... until he saw the room.

A TV room. In this factory? Michael could hardly contain himself. Millions of thoughts came to mind when he saw the room name. This was a world-famous factory so the TVs here must have some good channels to watch. He made up his mind. This would be the only place he would stay until 2 o'clock and leave.

Quickly scoping out a route through the map, Michael left Creek -the winner still planning his trip for some reason- and ventured to his supposed destination, like the three other males have gone and done. Remembering his route to the best of his ability, he finally came across it. The room that had piqued his interest's door was in front of him. The cowboy theme teen walked in and found...

A completely blank area. The walls were covered in white paint and there was not a single screen anywhere, aside from one of those short, retro TVs with antennas at the top, but that would not pique his interest. While the room was dull itself, there was another door. Michael, having just remembered to see the room not connect to anything on the map, became interested. There were no labels on the door that warned him, so he entered this room...

And saw a whole lot of pipes connected to many brass wind instruments and all the pipes led to a boiler, which seemed ago be steaming and overflowing, hence the white liquid Michael saw slowly pouring it. The instruments were pointed in many different directions, but their ends were pointing... at Michael.

This room was not to his interest, but still, he pressed forward to see what liquid was dripping. He presumed it was some sort of liquid candy that Mr. Candyman had created, but as he got closer, it looked more like cream rather than foam. Michael took a step back, preparing to leave...

When cream from a trumpet hit him in the chest, ruining his tan vest. Michael didn't have time to react to this he became splattered in the cream from the golden instruments in the room. He lost count of the times he was hit with cream. Even his hat flew off from all the impacts from the cream. The cream plastered his handsome face, his tan cowboy suit jacket, white dress shirt, tan slacks, even his brown loafers received creamy additions from the squirting symphony. The onslaught continued for what felt like an hour, but in reality, it was about thirty minutes. Michael was finally able to move towards the exit, grabbing his hat that had fallen on the cream-infested floor... but received a few parting shots from a few remaining instruments. Michael just stood there, still processing the cream that had ruined his formal attire.

Looking around he saw, the cream was still dripping from the instruments and decide to leave before he got creamed some more. Of course, he was oblivious to the large tuba above the door and as Michael reached for the handle... he got drenched in the white cream from the brass instrument. Then a French horn seemingly poured cream like a waterfall into his face and chest. Had his mother been here, she would have freaked out from the amount of cream they would have her attire. After exiting the "Cream Room," as Michael dubbed it, the cowboy theme male saw his reflection on the retro TV screen.

His former clean clothes were now a creamy creation. His tan dress vest and white dress shirt were coated in the cream itself. His face and neck (his red bandana did nothing against the cream as it too had splotches of cream on it) still had cream dripping off of his skin. His tan trousers had been creamed themselves and an arousing feature that Michael recently had, despite the recent experience, occurred within the garments. And his nice brown loafers now had white droplets of the cream from the incident. Since he was aroused from both the experience and his outfit, he smeared it all over his clothes, even his accessories.

After he was done smearing the creamy contents over his body, he left the supposed TV room and headed back to the Grand Hall to see Mr. Candyman for his explanation of the TV room and the "Cream Room." The cream-covered male went on his way, looking for the owner of this factory...

"Four stories told of the messy winners/victims! What to happened to Creek? Perhaps it's time to tell."

Unlike the other winners, Creek took his time exploring every inch of Candyman's factory. He saw the many rooms it took for the large factory to work with Candyman's products. Creek had to admit that if his grandpa was here, he would flip his lid with all the wonderful creations the owner had made as his grandpa was a huge fan of his candy and pastries. He wasn't like Austin, the foodie with a bottomless stomach, Vincent, the male with all the medals and awards, Valentino, the "self-centered brat" according to his grandmother, or Michael, a TV-obsessed male. Creek preferred to explore the factory rather than set off to a certain room and spend his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity seeing this factory inside and out. But as he walked, he noticed shoe prints of chocolate, mud, and drops of slime and cream. Creek had wondered what the other winners had gotten themselves into from these tracks on the red carpet until he realized it was 1:30. The lucky male quickly heads to the main hall to, unfortunately, end the tour.

Upon Creek's arrival, he found the other winners...or should he say, victims. Each of the winners seemed to become coated or covered in the contents Creek had seen on the carpet.

Austin had been coated chocolate from head to toe. His once grey sweater vest, white dress shirt, and silver tie now were covered in the gooey chocolate substance. His black slacks were now smeared in the substance as well. His black dress socks and slip-on loafers were now coated in the brown molten dessert. Alvin's skin gained brown substance all over his hands, face, and hair. His entire formal attire was now in contrast with a chocolate substance. Creek deduced that he tried the chocolate river in the Candy Wonderland room.

Vincent's blue suit was covered in the cream pies he took and slime along with it. His white dress shirt now sported stains as well from both substances. His once straightened red bow tie was now crooked and had bits of crust on itself. His blue trousers had a big stain from a fifth pie that struck him, along with the blue slime. His white dress socks were also affected as they sported bits of crust as well. And his expensive brown loafers now had been stepped in by the contents of slime along with pie crust and cream that had fallen on top or around them. Creek couldn't think about what had happened but he does did notice how the medalist looked like a blueberry pie.

Valentino was coated in cream, crust, and the two brown substances. His red dress shirt and slacks now had multiple stains of mud. His once white knee-length dress socks were now brown from the mud. And his black dress shoes were now both muddy and coated in the crust of what appeared to be chocolate cream pie. Of course, Valentino's skin also sported mud and cream from the experience. Creek thought the obnoxious teenager had been to the garden room... or he wandered into some other room that had a greenhouse that grew pies, he wasn't too sure.

Michael's clean clothes were now a creamy creation. His tan dress vest and white dress shirt were coated in the cream itself. His face and neck still had cream dripping off of his skin. His tan trousers had been creamed themselves and his nice brown loafers now had white droplets of the cream from the incident. Creek didn't where or how he ended up like that considering that Michael would just go to the TV room.

Creek mentally snickered at their unfortunate accidents, whatever they may have been, but he hid his true expression with a clear sign of shock on his face. They turned when they heard a door opening, revealing the man of the hour himself. Candyman appeared again with his white dress shirt, purple suit jacket, tan brown slacks, brown top hat, black dress shoes, and a violet bow tie. He gained a shocked expression, followed by a disappointing shake of his head before observing each of the winners. Vincent and Valentino were practically glaring daggers -as they felt the most humiliated-, Austin was licking himself in an attempt to get the remaining chocolate of his attire and body, Michael tried to do the same but kept making a mess with all the cream on his body, and Creek just gave a questioning look to the "victims" as he glanced at Candyman.

Then Candyman told all but Creek to head off with the tour being over but asked Creek to see him personally. The crossdresser and medalist lifted their heads, with their stuck up and glory hog attitudes respectively, and proceeded to leave while trails of their remaining crust and mud fell off. The TV lover left after them, cream still dripping off his attire, before the foodie followed, still licking the chocolate off his attire. Creek willingly headed to meet the factory owner but spared a glance at the other messy males. He headed up to meet the owner, wondering why Candyman wanted to him.

As Creek entered the office, he noticed how Candyman had many blueprints for inventions, various recipes and techniques for candy making, and pastries. Creek took a seat in the chair where Candyman asked him to sit, before taking a seat himself. The factory owner put his hands to his chin, almost in an inspecting manner... which sorta creeped out the last-minute winner male. Creek almost asked a question about what this was about and just as was about to ask, Candyman exclaimed with a "Eureka!" This caused Creek to gain, for the second time in the factory and today, a puzzled expression on his face.

Candyman then explained what had he had in store. You see, Candyman was getting older so he made the contest to find a worthy successor. Someone who could follow the rules focused discipline and know when to not be intruding in someone's business. The owner had also mentioned this was the same way he obtained the factory from the previous owner. The creek was gobsmacked at this reveal. He was now the proud owner of the world's most famous factory.

But first came his little "ceremony" of becoming the head of the industry. Candyman directed him to a room that for said "ceremony." Creek entered happily, still relishing in the fact he now has a factory as he absentmindedly walked through the door with Candyman.

The moment he entered, Creek noticed a bunch of tubes but all were different. Two were clear tubes -one pointed above him and the other at an angle-, another coming out a machine, and one was weirdly connected to a tuba. As Creek observed each and wondered what they were for, Candyman secretly snuck over to four conveniently placed levers... and flipped them all one by one before taking off his hat, revealing his blond locks, placing it down somewhere safe, and rejoining Creek in the center. Both males waited for the action the levers had activated... and it happened.

The first tube to activate was the one above, releasing a fountain of thick chocolate onto the two males. Candyman took this with a smile, completely enjoying his gunging, while Creek had looked up so the lucky man got a face full of chocolate, the gunge coming unexpectedly. The gunging came to a stop after a while -about 1 minute- and Creek saw his attire was drenched in chocolate... but he found out quickly how this "ceremony" was about to get messy.

The angled tube splattered a fountain of what Creek had deduced as blue jelly in a liquid form. It smothered them both, Creek slightly enjoy this event while Candyman took it with a smile. The jelly hit near their necks, crooking Candyman's chocolate brown -and formerly purple- bow tie and mixing the chocolate along with it. The gunge had come to a stop for a minute and Creek wondered if that was it.

It was not as the tube connected to the machine started up and gave a splat of a custard pie against Creek's face. Another shoot of pie hit Candyman, not in the face but his suit. More pies were unleashed at the two, each hitting against their attire while Creek laughed a little. He wasn't one to get messy but this experience was a once in a lifetime, getting messy with Mr. Candyman. The machine stopped too, not before getting two parting shots of pies at the two in the face.

Creek and Candyman wiped the cream off their eyes to see... only for the tuba "pipe" to erupt. The instrument gushed whipped cream from above them like a waterfall at the two. The white substance did not hit hard as their attire was completely gunged for the third time during the self-proclaimed "ceremony," and it came to a stop after 2 minutes. Candyman still had his smile on, grabbing some of the creams before "accidentally" flinging it at Creek. The flung substance was the start of a small throwing of whipped cream.

By the time they had finished, Creek saw the factory owner's newly coated attire. Candyman had streaks of all four substances on his face and in his golden, curly locks. His purple suit jacket and white dress shirt have covered in cream -both whipped and pie-, chocolate, and jelly with some bits of crust littered all over his suit. Near his neck, crust, cream, and jelly had caused his violet bow tie to become crooked and the chocolate was dripping from his chin and neck. His tan slacks were stained as well with whipped cream, pie cream, blue jelly, and chocolate. His shoes had been coated as well while also standing in the mixture. But even after all the gunging, he still kept a smile on his face.

Creek found a convenient place mirror and saw his appearance. His blue dress sweater had been covered in the four substances as well, the cream sticking the most. Chocolate and jelly were dripping from his golden hair and crust and cream littered down his neck and sweater. His slacks were now covered in pie stains and cream, with chocolate and jelly still running down them. His black dress shoes were both standing in a puddle of the mixture and filled them, getting his black dress socks gunged as well. While he wasn't on to get messy, Creek couldn't help but smear the contents together, laughing at this development.

After the "coating ceremony," Mr. Candyman did address Creek as the new head of the factory. Creek felt so joyous of this news, while also being in shock, but it was more excitement than shock. He cleaned himself to the best of his ability and told his family, who were also shocked. They immediately came over and were gobsmacked. Their son/grandson was now in charge of an entire factory. What happened next who knows...